A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

one who picked the name for his

with windows that had a Light green

a cup of

a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

doctor had almost

had lived two months longer than the doctor

with a glass of water and medicine

take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when

time of the year, the

also her favorite food,” Mark

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

he stopped and shook

seemed it was

I better not call her,” he

have to give Cecilia too

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have

from him and swallowed them without

the bed, and a nurse

Mark looked sideways

on his phone got weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

had almost

had lived two months longer

with a glass of water and medicine in his

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

Mark seemed like he had

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

nose twitched when he heard

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

favorite food,”

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

to fumble in his

he stopped

did. It seemed it was better if he never

call her,”

have to give Cecilia too much

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

medicines from him

on the bed, and a nurse

was done, Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and weaker until

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

Alexis. He

behavior was much like

while and call him “Uncle Mark”

fact, this Cecilia in his dream

stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

point, Mark woke

of the hospital room were white, just like

gently closed

felt he needed to have more

but he felt cold all over his body.

buy the pumpkin pies by

plump foreign nurse

to return home. He missed

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

he knew he couldn’t

would never give up as

he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

determined to stay strong and fight his

he was finding it difficult to

to make paper planes. He knew how

when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a

wanted to go there

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled

Peter came back

run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was

in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

saw the paper planes Mark

planes and

some of

actually

more than a

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he

narrowed his eyes

to go back home and have a family

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course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

now, it was around 4

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into

boy,”

to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a little

sounded a

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is

to a girl that had been

which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I hope you survive

except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end

and put down

duration of the call, he never even dared

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has

happy to hear this and

said with

sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is

agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

back home to see Cecilia

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glance would be

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